I, Lamont

It's now early September. Hearing the crickets at dusk takes me back to the warm late summer evenings of yesteryear, and the sounds of n...

There's a story in our family dating to the late 1800s. At the time, a maternal branch living just south of the Canadian border was en...

Do you ever get mail for people who used to live at your address? We do. It's usually junk. Until now, we have always marked it "re...

Last summer, I went to northern New York, to work on a construction project on a family property and blog about genealogy and family histor...

The lady in the photo above is my great-great grandmother, or "Granny Wallace," as my great aunt used to call her. We didn'...